Loneliness is an emotional state in which a person experiences a powerful feeling of emptiness and isolation. Loneliness is more than just the feeling of wanting company.
Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off,disconnected and alienated from other people.The lonely person may find it difficult or even impossible to have any form of meaningful human contact.Lonely people often experience a subjective sense of inner emptiness or hollowness,with feelings of separation or isolation from the world.
When God said: "I was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food;he also meant the hunger to be loved.God himself experienced this loneliness.He came amongst his own and his own received him not,and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him.The same hunger, the same loneliness,the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by.Every human being in that case resembles God in his/her loneliness;and that is the hardest part, that's the real hunger......
Each person was to himself one alone.One oneness,a unit in a society,but always afraid,always alone.."If i should scream,if i should call for help,would anyone hear...would it even matter?" its the thinking of a lonely person..............
On the contrary, Happiness is an emotional or affective state that is characterized by feelings of enjoyment and satisfaction.As a state and a subject, it has been pursued and commented on extensively throughout world history.
This reflects the universal importance that humans place on happiness.States associated with happiness include well-being, delight, health, safety, contentment,
and love. Contrasting states include suffering,depression, grief, anxiety, and pain.
Happiness is often associated with the presence of favorable circumstances such as a supportive family life, a loving marriage,and economic stability.Unfavorable circumstances, such as abusive relationships,accidents, loss of employment, and conflicts,diminish the amount of happiness a person experiences.However, according to several ancient and modern thinkers, happiness is influenced by the attitude and perspective taken on such circumstances.
Happiness,as it seems to me,consists of two things:first, in being where you belong, and second -- and best -- in comfortably going through everyday life...
People spend a lifetime searching for happiness;looking for peace.They chase idle dreams,addictions, religions, even other people,hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them.The irony is the only place they ever needed to
search was within........When one door of happiness closes,another opens;but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us........
I don't know what our destiny will be,but one thing I do know: the only ones among us who will be really happy are those who have fought and found how to serve.......
Happiness cannot come from without.It must come from within.It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy;it is that which we think and feel and do,first for the other fellow and then for ourselves.............
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Butterfly.....(Nice story)
One day while walking through the woods, a man found a cocoon. He decided to take the cocoon home to watch its transformation into a beautiful butterfly. He gently placed it on his table and watched it for several days.
One day, a small opening appeared and the cocoon started to move.
The old man sat and watched it for several hours as it struggled and struggled to force its body from the cocoon.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and was unable to go any farther. Finally, the old man feeling sorry for the cocooned butterfly, decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then easily emerged.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would only cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly.
One day, a small opening appeared and the cocoon started to move.
The old man sat and watched it for several hours as it struggled and struggled to force its body from the cocoon.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and was unable to go any farther. Finally, the old man feeling sorry for the cocooned butterfly, decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then easily emerged.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would only cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly.
Hope Our Friendship Lasts Forever.........
Our friendship has developed
In a way that is unique.
To think we crossed an ocean
Yet no words we had to speak.
Just a screen and keyboard
To get a message through
And from the whole wide world,
I'm so glad that I met you.
We've shared so many secrets
Carried each others loads,
You are always there to turn to
When I travel a bumpy road.
Sometimes when I'm feeling blue
It's as if you link to my mind
For going into my mail box
An e-mail from you I'll find.
Sometimes a card of friendship
Maybe a joke or two,
Whatever arrived is special
Because it was sent by you.
So though we're an ocean apart
Our hearts are together as one,
And hope our friendship lasts
Through all the years to come. . .
In a way that is unique.
To think we crossed an ocean
Yet no words we had to speak.
Just a screen and keyboard
To get a message through
And from the whole wide world,
I'm so glad that I met you.
We've shared so many secrets
Carried each others loads,
You are always there to turn to
When I travel a bumpy road.
Sometimes when I'm feeling blue
It's as if you link to my mind
For going into my mail box
An e-mail from you I'll find.
Sometimes a card of friendship
Maybe a joke or two,
Whatever arrived is special
Because it was sent by you.
So though we're an ocean apart
Our hearts are together as one,
And hope our friendship lasts
Through all the years to come. . .
May Our Friendship Continue to Grow..........
I had some free time, so what did I do?
I checked the computer to see if I'd heard from you.
I used to walk out to a box to retrieve mail,
But I'd rather get it instantly than wait on the snail...
Checking my email is always fun,
I usually get a joke or greeting from someone....
I feel so connected because on the other end,
I know I've discovered a newfound friend......
When I've had a hard day and need to share,
Here I can find a friend who will listen and care.......
And to this friend I hope I let know,
That I am always there for them also.........
Isn't it a strange kind of bond we form?
It isn't exactly like the "norm"...................
But where is it written, face to face we have to be,
For you to be a very good friend to me?
That little joke, or note, or even just a simple "Hi",
Could be like a ray of sunshine from the sky...............
So, my online-pals, this is dedicated to you,
For all the smiles you have made anew........
May our friendship continue to grow,
and the warmth we feel continue to flow...........
I checked the computer to see if I'd heard from you.
I used to walk out to a box to retrieve mail,
But I'd rather get it instantly than wait on the snail...
Checking my email is always fun,
I usually get a joke or greeting from someone....
I feel so connected because on the other end,
I know I've discovered a newfound friend......
When I've had a hard day and need to share,
Here I can find a friend who will listen and care.......
And to this friend I hope I let know,
That I am always there for them also.........
Isn't it a strange kind of bond we form?
It isn't exactly like the "norm"...................
But where is it written, face to face we have to be,
For you to be a very good friend to me?
That little joke, or note, or even just a simple "Hi",
Could be like a ray of sunshine from the sky...............
So, my online-pals, this is dedicated to you,
For all the smiles you have made anew........
May our friendship continue to grow,
and the warmth we feel continue to flow...........
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Best Moments In Life......
Read somewhere and like to share it as these r the true moments of our lives....
To fall in love.
To have a child.
To laugh until it hurts your stomach.
To find mails by the thousands when you return of the vacations.
To manage for a vacation at some pretty place.
To listen to your favorite song in the radio.
To go to bed and to listen while it rains out.
To leave the shower and find that the towel is warm.
To clear your last exam.
To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.
A good conversation.
To find money in a pant that you didn't use last year.
To laugh at oneself. Calls at the midnight that last for hours.
To laugh without reasons. To hear accidentally that somebody says something good of you.
To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep a couple of hours.
To hear a song that makes you remember a special reason.
To make new friends.
To be part of a team.
The first kiss.
To feel butterflies in the stomach every time that you see that person.
To pass a while with your best friends. To see people that you like, feeling happy.
To use a sweater of the person that you like. See an old friend again and to feel that the things didn't change.
To look at an evening.
To have somebody that tells you that he/she loves you
To fall in love.
To have a child.
To laugh until it hurts your stomach.
To find mails by the thousands when you return of the vacations.
To manage for a vacation at some pretty place.
To listen to your favorite song in the radio.
To go to bed and to listen while it rains out.
To leave the shower and find that the towel is warm.
To clear your last exam.
To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.
A good conversation.
To find money in a pant that you didn't use last year.
To laugh at oneself. Calls at the midnight that last for hours.
To laugh without reasons. To hear accidentally that somebody says something good of you.
To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep a couple of hours.
To hear a song that makes you remember a special reason.
To make new friends.
To be part of a team.
The first kiss.
To feel butterflies in the stomach every time that you see that person.
To pass a while with your best friends. To see people that you like, feeling happy.
To use a sweater of the person that you like. See an old friend again and to feel that the things didn't change.
To look at an evening.
To have somebody that tells you that he/she loves you
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Chand Nikla Hai Waise hi,Andhere Badal Gaye Hain.............
Is raat ki tanhaiyon ke,
Sab rang badal gaye hain,
Chand nikla hai waise hi,
Andhere badal gaye hain.....
Jinke bharose thi khusiyan,
Wo badal gaye hain,
Manzile to abb bhi wahi hain,
Kuch rastay badal gaye hain......
Jinpe kiya tha bharosa humne,
Wo dost bichad gaye hain,
Dekhe the kabhi jo humne,
Wo khwab badal gaye hain...........
Na badle kabhi hum,
Na badle humare khayalat,
bas is tute dil ke sare
Jazbat badal gaye hain................
Bas rona hai yahi,
Aaj kaal sab log badal gaye hain................
Sab rang badal gaye hain,
Chand nikla hai waise hi,
Andhere badal gaye hain.....
Jinke bharose thi khusiyan,
Wo badal gaye hain,
Manzile to abb bhi wahi hain,
Kuch rastay badal gaye hain......
Jinpe kiya tha bharosa humne,
Wo dost bichad gaye hain,
Dekhe the kabhi jo humne,
Wo khwab badal gaye hain...........
Na badle kabhi hum,
Na badle humare khayalat,
bas is tute dil ke sare
Jazbat badal gaye hain................
Bas rona hai yahi,
Aaj kaal sab log badal gaye hain................
Tanhai hai mujh se,main tanhai se nahi...........
Waise toh mujhe jindagi se koi gam nahi,
Tanha hoon main magar ye,
Tanhai hai mujh se, main tanhai se nahi....
Rashte kathin hai magar,
Safar namumkin toh nahi,
Manzil nigaahon main basi hai lekin,
Dagar ka pata hi nahi................
San-sani hai fizao par,
Koi tufaan bhi nahi,
Ek aahat thi unki,
Hui koi dastak bhi nahi.......
Ladkharaatein hue kadamon se chal kar,
Dekha maine jo palat kar,
Wo yaadein thi unki,
Par lagaa-esa ki kahi woh aaye toh nahi.......
Nahi woh aaye toh nahi,
Magar unke ane ki woh aash kami bhi nahi,
Es dil-e-dariya se maine,
Woh sulagte hue aahsaas mitaaye bhi nahi...........
Berukha hai kyon jajba,
Yahan koi ruswai hi nahi,
Ye toh the iss dil ke isharein,
Warna, who toh yahan kabhi aaye hi nahi..........
Palkein unko nihaar payi hi nahi,
Shabnam kabhi aansu barsai hi nahi,
Nazarein un-se kabhi mil payi hi nahi,
Bahein unko agosh main kabhi le payi hi nahi........
Ki ye toh tha ek hansin khwab mera,
Jisse kabhi jindagi ban payi hi nahi,
Jevan sach hai par,
Khwab sacchai toh nahi.........
Maana maine bikheri khwahishon ki sez,
Par yaha beraham bewafai toh nahi,
Shayad tabhi mujhe zindegi se koi gum bhi nahi..........
Tanha hoon main magar ye,
Tanhai hai mujh se,
Main tanhai se toh nahi................................
Tanha hoon main magar ye,
Tanhai hai mujh se, main tanhai se nahi....
Rashte kathin hai magar,
Safar namumkin toh nahi,
Manzil nigaahon main basi hai lekin,
Dagar ka pata hi nahi................
San-sani hai fizao par,
Koi tufaan bhi nahi,
Ek aahat thi unki,
Hui koi dastak bhi nahi.......
Ladkharaatein hue kadamon se chal kar,
Dekha maine jo palat kar,
Wo yaadein thi unki,
Par lagaa-esa ki kahi woh aaye toh nahi.......
Nahi woh aaye toh nahi,
Magar unke ane ki woh aash kami bhi nahi,
Es dil-e-dariya se maine,
Woh sulagte hue aahsaas mitaaye bhi nahi...........
Berukha hai kyon jajba,
Yahan koi ruswai hi nahi,
Ye toh the iss dil ke isharein,
Warna, who toh yahan kabhi aaye hi nahi..........
Palkein unko nihaar payi hi nahi,
Shabnam kabhi aansu barsai hi nahi,
Nazarein un-se kabhi mil payi hi nahi,
Bahein unko agosh main kabhi le payi hi nahi........
Ki ye toh tha ek hansin khwab mera,
Jisse kabhi jindagi ban payi hi nahi,
Jevan sach hai par,
Khwab sacchai toh nahi.........
Maana maine bikheri khwahishon ki sez,
Par yaha beraham bewafai toh nahi,
Shayad tabhi mujhe zindegi se koi gum bhi nahi..........
Tanha hoon main magar ye,
Tanhai hai mujh se,
Main tanhai se toh nahi................................
Monday, May 14, 2007
Life is a do-it-yourself project...........
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you."
The carpenter was shocked!
What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.
So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.
But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you."
The carpenter was shocked!
What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.
So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.
But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Sabse kehte hain bhaiya ishq na karna koi,Ishq na karna koi......
Written By a friend....
Koi baitha tha tanha ek andhere kone mein...
Ek ajeeb si dastan thi uske rone mein...
Maine usse pucha kyo bhai ishq ka hai sataya??:
Usne kaha tumko kisne bataya!!!!
Maine kaha Ishq or mushq chupaye nai chupte....
Ankho se ye ansoo roke nai rukte...
Usne kaha tumko hai kaise is bat ka ehsas??
Maine kaha kissi kissi ko hoti hai ye bimari khas...
Unhi mein se mai bhi hun ek halat ka mara----
Jiska na hai koi apna na hai koi sahara...
Fir bhi jiye ja raha hun...
Gam ka jo pyala mila hai use piye ja raha hun??
Usne kaha ab m kya karu??? jiyun ya maru...
Maine kaha ab kaunsa too zinda hai bina pankho ka parinda hai...
Mar kar in wadiyon mein kahin gum ho jayega....
Raha zinda to auron ko bhi is bimari se bachayega::
Is ishq mein hamne apni chain or khushi hai khoi,
Sabse kehte hain bhaiya ishq na karna koi,Ishq na karna koi......
Koi baitha tha tanha ek andhere kone mein...
Ek ajeeb si dastan thi uske rone mein...
Maine usse pucha kyo bhai ishq ka hai sataya??:
Usne kaha tumko kisne bataya!!!!
Maine kaha Ishq or mushq chupaye nai chupte....
Ankho se ye ansoo roke nai rukte...
Usne kaha tumko hai kaise is bat ka ehsas??
Maine kaha kissi kissi ko hoti hai ye bimari khas...
Unhi mein se mai bhi hun ek halat ka mara----
Jiska na hai koi apna na hai koi sahara...
Fir bhi jiye ja raha hun...
Gam ka jo pyala mila hai use piye ja raha hun??
Usne kaha ab m kya karu??? jiyun ya maru...
Maine kaha ab kaunsa too zinda hai bina pankho ka parinda hai...
Mar kar in wadiyon mein kahin gum ho jayega....
Raha zinda to auron ko bhi is bimari se bachayega::
Is ishq mein hamne apni chain or khushi hai khoi,
Sabse kehte hain bhaiya ishq na karna koi,Ishq na karna koi......
हर लम्हा तुम्हारी याद आ ही जायेगी ..............
एक तो तुम्हारी आवाज़ याद आएगी ,
तुम्हारी कही हुई हर बात याद आएगी ..
दीन ढल जायेगा , रात याद आएगी ,
हर लम्हा पहली मुलाक़ात याद आएगी ..
कभी रोती,कभी हस्ती , मुस्कुराती ,
यह जीन्देगी तुम्हारे बीन भी , कट तो जायेगी ॥
पर कुछ कमी इस में भी रह जायेगी ,
दील को तड्पाएगी, कभी तरसाएगी,
हर लम्हा तुम्हारी याद आ ही जायेगी ..............
तुम्हारी कही हुई हर बात याद आएगी ..
दीन ढल जायेगा , रात याद आएगी ,
हर लम्हा पहली मुलाक़ात याद आएगी ..
कभी रोती,कभी हस्ती , मुस्कुराती ,
यह जीन्देगी तुम्हारे बीन भी , कट तो जायेगी ॥
पर कुछ कमी इस में भी रह जायेगी ,
दील को तड्पाएगी, कभी तरसाएगी,
हर लम्हा तुम्हारी याद आ ही जायेगी ..............
And I am on my way to answer the Last Call.........................
When everything went wrong,
Days dusty.....
Nights were freezing,
Young & Nasty.........
When it was black,
Black and long........
Situation demanded something more,
Deciding & Strong....
It was me,
Me waiting so long,
But situetion never changed.....
Yet i was strong....
A day came,
A day with no end,
No answer to life,
And nothing to pretend.....
There's a sudden looking better,
Warmth growing tall,
Soothing air on my shoulders,
And I am on my way to answer the Last Call.........................
Days dusty.....
Nights were freezing,
Young & Nasty.........
When it was black,
Black and long........
Situation demanded something more,
Deciding & Strong....
It was me,
Me waiting so long,
But situetion never changed.....
Yet i was strong....
A day came,
A day with no end,
No answer to life,
And nothing to pretend.....
There's a sudden looking better,
Warmth growing tall,
Soothing air on my shoulders,
And I am on my way to answer the Last Call.........................
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
To my Favourite Teacher :- Mr. Sibram Mishra(Sibram Sir).....
There are no words to match my gratitude,
However much like Shakespeare I might write.
Above all else, you've shaped my attitude.
Nurturing me with discipline and light.....
Knowledge is the least of what you taught,
Yet that least at least prepared my head.
Out of your heart I've learned the things I ought.
Underscoring words you never said........
However much like Shakespeare I might write.
Above all else, you've shaped my attitude.
Nurturing me with discipline and light.....
Knowledge is the least of what you taught,
Yet that least at least prepared my head.
Out of your heart I've learned the things I ought.
Underscoring words you never said........
A group of friends.....
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays.
The time remains a field of wistful grace,
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part.
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays.
The time remains a field of wistful grace,
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part.
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
Jeeban....
Its in oriya....
Kie kahe jeeban ta gotie natak..ta kie kahe jeeban ta gotie balighara..aau kie kahe jeeban ta asamapta ichha mananka ra pedi ghara...kete jana kuhanti jeeban ra sagyan nahi, eha sagyantita....kie kahe eita gote sundar swapna ta....kaha kaha mata re eeha rahasyamaya,karana kebe bi ehaku bujhi hue nahi........
Sabu darsanika tatwa ku bisleshana kari, etiki hrudayangama kari hue je, jeeban ta anya kichhi nuhe, eha prakruta re mutha mutha swapna mananka ra samahara....Emiti aneka asaranti swapna mananku nei samastanka jeeban ta hoithae chala chanchala.....
Swapna mananku sakara kariba painee samaste nija nija ra anta bhidi lagi padanti...olhai padanti jeeban sangram re.....kie hue parahata, khyatakta..ta aau kie dambha ra saha salakhi chhida hue sesha parjyanta....
Eei jeeban re samste nija nija ra sakala dukha,klesha, jatana ku amrutamaya sukha re parinata kariba painee lagipadanti...kintu bele bele jeeban sangram re kahara swapna ra soudha,nisthapara sadhana tali talanta hoijae...ta aau kie baji marineijae, aau sabu sukha ra upalabdhi kare...
Eeita hela eehi sansara aau jeeban ra nagnata...eethi dhadikari janak pare jane chalithanti aagaku jiba ra durbara abhilasha nei...aau chaluthibe semiti sabu bele, ek durlabha,adrushya amruta fala sandhana re....laguchi se chali ra sesha nahi..ki sei sukha anweshi ichha ra ebam duranta abhilasha ra parisamapti nahi....bodhe yaku hin kuhanti jeeban...............
Kie kahe jeeban ta gotie natak..ta kie kahe jeeban ta gotie balighara..aau kie kahe jeeban ta asamapta ichha mananka ra pedi ghara...kete jana kuhanti jeeban ra sagyan nahi, eha sagyantita....kie kahe eita gote sundar swapna ta....kaha kaha mata re eeha rahasyamaya,karana kebe bi ehaku bujhi hue nahi........
Sabu darsanika tatwa ku bisleshana kari, etiki hrudayangama kari hue je, jeeban ta anya kichhi nuhe, eha prakruta re mutha mutha swapna mananka ra samahara....Emiti aneka asaranti swapna mananku nei samastanka jeeban ta hoithae chala chanchala.....
Swapna mananku sakara kariba painee samaste nija nija ra anta bhidi lagi padanti...olhai padanti jeeban sangram re.....kie hue parahata, khyatakta..ta aau kie dambha ra saha salakhi chhida hue sesha parjyanta....
Eei jeeban re samste nija nija ra sakala dukha,klesha, jatana ku amrutamaya sukha re parinata kariba painee lagipadanti...kintu bele bele jeeban sangram re kahara swapna ra soudha,nisthapara sadhana tali talanta hoijae...ta aau kie baji marineijae, aau sabu sukha ra upalabdhi kare...
Eeita hela eehi sansara aau jeeban ra nagnata...eethi dhadikari janak pare jane chalithanti aagaku jiba ra durbara abhilasha nei...aau chaluthibe semiti sabu bele, ek durlabha,adrushya amruta fala sandhana re....laguchi se chali ra sesha nahi..ki sei sukha anweshi ichha ra ebam duranta abhilasha ra parisamapti nahi....bodhe yaku hin kuhanti jeeban...............
We Have Never Met...............
Although you are a friend of mine,
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
Do you know you touch my heart........
Do you know how I feel when you touch my heart.
Can you hear me cry inside at your silent embrace..
Do you see the fear I keep hidden away...
Can you feel the pain I never show....
I can't help but smile when you touch my heart.....
You can't know the warmth it brings me......
I can't bring myself to share the love.......
You can't see the hope in my soul........
If only I too touch your heart.........
I only try to ease your fears..........
If only I could help as much...........
I only wish I were as true.............
Do you know you touch my heart.............
I love you being in my life...............
Do you feel the way I do..................
Do you know you touch my heart...............
Can you hear me cry inside at your silent embrace..
Do you see the fear I keep hidden away...
Can you feel the pain I never show....
I can't help but smile when you touch my heart.....
You can't know the warmth it brings me......
I can't bring myself to share the love.......
You can't see the hope in my soul........
If only I too touch your heart.........
I only try to ease your fears..........
If only I could help as much...........
I only wish I were as true.............
Do you know you touch my heart.............
I love you being in my life...............
Do you feel the way I do..................
Do you know you touch my heart...............
Friday, May 4, 2007
A friend........
A friend is a tissue when you can't stop crying,
A friend is a shoulder when you feel like dying,
A friend is always there to listen when you have something to say,
A friend is weak when you just need a day,
A friend is a crutch when you have a broken heart,
A friend is a glue when some thing falls a part,
A friend is a phone call when you can't leave your home,
A friend is a when you feel all alone,
A friend is a wing if you want to fly,
A friend is one who understands without knowing why,
A friend is an ear for a secret to tell,
And at last.......
A friend is a love, happiness, care and joy that can never let go in one's life.........
A friend is a shoulder when you feel like dying,
A friend is always there to listen when you have something to say,
A friend is weak when you just need a day,
A friend is a crutch when you have a broken heart,
A friend is a glue when some thing falls a part,
A friend is a phone call when you can't leave your home,
A friend is a when you feel all alone,
A friend is a wing if you want to fly,
A friend is one who understands without knowing why,
A friend is an ear for a secret to tell,
And at last.......
A friend is a love, happiness, care and joy that can never let go in one's life.........
Thursday, May 3, 2007
A gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses.......
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick! ..........
A young and successful executive was traveling down a street, going a bit too fast in his new car. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the car's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the car back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"
The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.
"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said.
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the car. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention! God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick!
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the car's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the car back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"
The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.
"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said.
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the car. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention! God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick!
The Making Of A Mother..........
This story i read somewhere,and it touched my heart...so im writing it here in blogs...its really a very nice story....
By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!" "And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.""That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!" "And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.""That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
Within Every Soul There Is A Rose.......
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.
This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.
This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.
Many Moons By James Thurber(very nice one)...
Once upon a time, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a little princess named Lenore. She was ten years old, going on eleven. One day Lenore fell ill of a surfeit of raspberry tarts and took to her bed. The Royal Physician came to see her and took her temperature and felt her pulse and made her stick out her tongue. The Royal Physician was worried. He sent for the king, Lenore's father, and the king came to see her.
"I will get you anything your heart desires," the king said. "Is there anything your heart desires?" "Yes," said the princess. "I want the moon, if I can have the moon, I will be well again."
Now the king had a great many wise men who always got for him anything he wanted so he told his daughter that she could have the moon. Then he went to the throne room and pulled a bell cord, three long pulls and a short pull, and presently the Lord High Chamberlain came into the room.
The Lord High Chamberlain was a large, fat man who wore thick glasses which made his eyes seem twice as big as they really were. This made the Lord High Chamberlain seem twice as wise as he really was.
"I want the moon," said the king. "Princess Lenore wants the moon. If she can have the moon, she will get well again."
"The moon?" exclaimed the Lord High Chamberlain, his eyes widening. This made him look four times as wise as he really was.
"Yes, the moon," said the king. "M-o-o-n, moon. Get it tonight, tomorrow at the latest."
The Lord High Chamberlain wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and then blew his nose loudly. "I have got a great many things for you in my time, your majesty," he said. "It just happens that I have with me a list of the things I have got for you in my time." He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of his pocket. "Let me see, now." he glanced at the list, frowning. "I have got ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds, black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber,hummingbirds' tongues, angels' feathers, and unicorns' horns, giants, midgets, and mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadors, minstrels, and dancing women,a pound of butter, two dozen eggs, and a sack of sugar - sorry, my wife wrote that in there."
"I don't remember any blue poodles," said the king."It says blue poodles right here on the list, and they are checked off with a little check mark," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "so there must have been blue poodles. You just forgot."
"Never mind the poodles," said the king. "What I want now is the moon." "I have sent as far Samarkand and Araby and Zanzibar to get things for you, your majesty," said the Lord High Chamberlain.
"But the moon is out of the question. It is 35,000 miles away and it is bigger than the room the princess lies in. Furthermore, it is made of molten copper. I cannot get the moon for you. Blue poodles, yes; the moon, no.
"The king flew into a rage and told the Lord High Chamberlain to leave the room and to send the Royal Wizard to the throne room.
The Royal Wizard was a little, thin man with a long face. He wore a high red peaked hat coverted with silver stars, and a long blue robe covered with golden owls. His face grew very pale when the king told him that he wanted the moon for his little daughter, and that he expected the Royal Wizard to get it.
"I have worked a great deal of magic for you in my time, your majesty," said the Royal Wizard. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to have in my pocket a list of the wizardries I have performed for you." He drew a paper from a deep pocket of his robe. "It begins: `Dear Royal Wizard: I am returning herewith the so-called philosopher's stone which you claimed-' No, that isn't it." The royal wizard brought a long scroll of parchment from another pocket of his robe. "Here it is," he said.
"Now, let's see. Ihave squeezed blood out of turnips for you, and turnips out of blood. I have produced rabbits out of silk hats, and silk hats out of rabbits. I have conjured up flowers, tambourines and doves. I have brought you divining rods, magic wands, and crystal spheres in which to behold the future. I have compounded philtres, unguents, and potions, to cure heartbreak, surfeit, and ringing in the ears. I have made you my own special mixture of wolfbane, nightshade, and eagles' tears, to ward off witches, demons, and things that go bump in the night. I have given you seven league boots, the golden touch, and a cloak of invisibility-"
"It didn't work," said the king. "The cloak of invisibility didn't work.""Yes it did," said the Royal Wizard."No, it didn't," said the king. "I kept bumping into things, the same as ever."
"The cloak of invisibility is supposed to make you invisible," said the Royal Wizard. "It is not supposed to keep you from bumping into things.""All I know is, I kept bumping into things," said the king.The Royal Wizard looked at his list again. "I got you," he said, "horns from elfland, sand from the sandman, and gold from the rainbow. Also a spool of thread, a paper of needles, and a lump of beeswax - sorry, those are things my wife wrote down for me to get her."
"What I want you to do now," said the king, "is to get me the moon. Princess Lenore wants the moon, and when she gets it, she will be well again."
"Nobody can get the moon," said the Royal Wizard. "It is 150,000 miles away, and it is made of green cheese, and it is twice as big as the palace."The king flew into another rage and sent the Royal Wizard back to his cave.
Then he rang a gong and summonded the Royal Mathematician.The Royal Mathematician was a bald-headed, nearsighted man, with a skullcap on his head and a pencil behind each ear. He wore a black suit with white numbers on it.
"I don't want to hear a long list of all the things you have figured out for me since 1907," the king said to him. "I want you to figure out how to get the moon for princess Lenore. When she gets the moon, she will be well again." "I am glad you mentioned all the things I have figured out for you since 1907," said the Royal Mathematician. "It so happens I have a list of them with me."He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of a pocket and looked at it.
"I have figured out for you the distance between the horns of a dilemma, night and day, and A and Z. I have computed how far is up, how long it takes to get to away, and what becomes of gone. I have discovered the length of the sea serpent, the price of the priceless, and the square of the hippopotamus. I know where you are when you are at sixes and sevens, how much is you have to have to make an are, and how many birds you can catch with the salt in the ocean- 187,796,132, if it would interest you to know." "There aren't that many birds," said the king."I didn't say there were," said the Royal Mathematician. "I said if there were."
"I don't want to hear about seven hundred million imaginary birds," said the king. "I want you to get the moon for princess Lenore." "The moon is 300,000 miles away," said the Royal Mathematician. "It is round and flat like a coin, only it is made of asbestos, and it is half the size of this kingdom. Furthermore, it is pasted on the sky. Nobody can get the moon.
"The king flew into still another rage and sent the Royal Mathematician away. Then he rang for the court jester. The jester came bounding into the throne room in his motley and his cap and bells, and sat at the foot of the throne.
"What can I do for you, your majesty?" asked the court jester. "Nobody can do anything for me," said the king mournfully. "Princess Lenore wants the moon, and she cannot be well till she gets it, but nobody can get it for her. Every time I ask anybody for the moon, it gets larger and farther away. There is nothing you can do for me except play on your lute. Something sad."
"How big do they say it is," asked the court jester, "and how far away?""The Lord High Chamberlain says it is 35,000 miles away, and bigger than princess Lenore's room," said the king. "The Royal Wizard says it is 150,000 miles away, and twice as big as this palace. The Royal Mathematician says it is 300,000 miles away and half the size of this kingdom."
The court jester strummed on his lute for a little while. "They are all wise men," he said, "and so they must all be right. If they are all right, then the moon must be just as large and as far away as each person thinks it is. The thing to do is find out how big princess Lenore thinks it is, and how far away.""I never thought of that," said the king.
"I will go to her, your majesty," said the court jester. And he crept softly into the little girl's room.Princess Lenore was awake, and she was glad to see the court jester, but her face was very pale and her voice very weak."Have you brought the moon to me?" she asked. "Not yet," said the court jester, "but I will get it for you right away. How big do you think it is?""It is a little smaller than my thumbnail," she said, "for when I hold my thumbnail up at the moon, it covers it.""And how far away is it?" asked the court jester."It is not as high as the big tree outside my window," said the princess, "for sometimes it gets caught in the top branches.""It will be very easy to get the moon for you," said the court jester. "I will climb the tree tonight when it gets caught in the top branches and bring it to you."Then he thought of something else. "What is the moon made of, princess?" he asked."Oh, " she said, "it's made of gold, of course, silly."
The court jester left princess Lenore's room and went to see the Royal Goldsmith he had the Royal Goldsmith make a tiny round oon just a little smaller than the thumbnail of princess Lenore. Then he had him string it on a golden chain so the princess could wear it around her neck."What is this thing I have made?" asked the Royal Goldsmith when he was finished with it."You have made the moon," said the court jester. "that is the moon."
"But the moon," said the Royal Goldsmith, "is 500,000 miles away and is made of bronze and is round like a marble.""That's what you think," said the court jester as he went away with the moon.
The court jester took the moon to princess Lenore, and she was overjoyed. The next day she was well again and could get up and go out in the gardens to play.
But the king's worries were not yet over. He knew that the moon would shine in the sky again that night, and he did not want the princess Lenore to see it. If she did, she would know that the moon she wore on a chain around her neck was not the real moon.
So the king sent for the lord high chamberlain and said, "we must keep princess Lenore from seeing the moon when it shines in the sky tonight. Think of something."The Lord High chamberlain tapped his forehead with his fingers thoughtfully and said, "I know just the thing. We can make some dark glasses for the princess lenore. We can make them so dark that she will not be able to see the moon when it shines in the sky."This made the king very angry, and he shook his head from side to side. "If she wore dark glasses, she would bump into things," he said, "and then she would be ill again."
So he sent the Lord High Chamberlain away and called the Royal Wizard. "We must hide the moon," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see it when it shines in the sky tonight. How are we going to do that?"The Royal Wizard stood on his hands and then he stood on his head and then he stood on his feet again. "I know what we can do," he said. "We can stretch some black velvet curtains on poles. The curtains will cover all the palace gardens like a circus tent, and the princess lenore will not be able to see through them, so she will not see the moon in the sky."The king was so angry at this that he waved his arms around. "Black velvet curtains would keep out the air," he said. "Princess Lenore would not be able to breathe, and she would be ill again."
So he sent the Royal Wizard away and summoned the Royal Mathematicain. "We must do something," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see the moon when it shines in the sky tonight. If you know so much, figure out a way to do that."The Royal Mathematician walked around in a circle, and then he walked around in a square, and then he stood still. "I have it!" he said. "We can set off fireworks in the gardens every night. We will make a lot of silver fountains and gold cascades, and when they go off, they will fill the sky with so many sparks that it will be as light as day and princess Lenore will not be able to see the moon."The king flew into such a rage that he began jumping up and down. "Fireworks would keep princess Lenore awake," he said. "She would not get any sleep at all and she would be ill again."
So the king sent the Royal Mathematician away. When he looked up again, it was dark outside and he saw the bright rim of the moon just peeping over the horizon. He jumped up in a great fright and rang for the court jester. The court jester came bounding into the room and sat down at the foot of the throne.
"What can I do for you, your majesty?" he asked."Nobody can do anything for me," said the king, mournfully. "the moon is coming up again. It will shine into princess Lenore's bedroom, and she will know it is still in the sky and that she does not wear it on a golden chain around her neck. Play me something on your lute, something very sad, for when the princess sees the moon, she will be ill again.
"The court jester strummed on his lute. "What do your wise men say?" he asked."They can think of no way to hide the moon that will not make princess Lenore ill," said the king.The court jester played another song, very softly. "Your wise men know everything," he said, "and if they cannot hide the moon, then it cannot be hidden." The king put his head in his hands again and sighed. Suddenly he jumped from his throne and pointed to the windows. "Look!" he cried. "The moon is already shining in the princess Lenore's bedroom. Who can explain how the moon can be shining in the sky when it is hanging on a golden chain around her neck?"
The court jester stopped playing on his lute. "Who could explain how to get the moon when your wise men said it was too large and too far away? It was princess Lenore. Therefore princess Lenore is wiser than your wise men and knows more about the moon than they do. So I will ask her."
And before the king could stop him, the court jester slipped quietly out of the throne room and up the wide marble staircase to princess Lenore's bedroom. The princess was lying in bed, but she was wide awake and she was looking out the window at the moon shining in the sky. Shining in her had was the moon the court jester had got for her. He looked very sad, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"Tell me, princess lenore," he said mournfully, "how can the moon be shining in the sky when it is hanging on a golden chain around your neck?"The princess looked at him and laughed. "that is easy, silly, " she said. "when I lose a tooth, a new one grows in its place, doesn't it?""Of course," said the court jester. "And when the unicorn loses his horn in the forest, a new one grows in the middle of his forehead.""That is right," said the princess. "And when the Royal Gardener cuts the flowers in the garden, other flowers come back to take their place." "I should have thought of that," said the court jester, "for it is the same way with the daylight.""And it is the same way with the moon," said princess Lenore. "I guess it is the same way with everything." Her voice became very low and faded away, and the court jester saw that she was asleep. Gently he tucked the covers around the sleeping princess. But before her left the room, he went over to the window and winked at the moon, for it seemed to the court jester that the moon had winked at him.
"I will get you anything your heart desires," the king said. "Is there anything your heart desires?" "Yes," said the princess. "I want the moon, if I can have the moon, I will be well again."
Now the king had a great many wise men who always got for him anything he wanted so he told his daughter that she could have the moon. Then he went to the throne room and pulled a bell cord, three long pulls and a short pull, and presently the Lord High Chamberlain came into the room.
The Lord High Chamberlain was a large, fat man who wore thick glasses which made his eyes seem twice as big as they really were. This made the Lord High Chamberlain seem twice as wise as he really was.
"I want the moon," said the king. "Princess Lenore wants the moon. If she can have the moon, she will get well again."
"The moon?" exclaimed the Lord High Chamberlain, his eyes widening. This made him look four times as wise as he really was.
"Yes, the moon," said the king. "M-o-o-n, moon. Get it tonight, tomorrow at the latest."
The Lord High Chamberlain wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and then blew his nose loudly. "I have got a great many things for you in my time, your majesty," he said. "It just happens that I have with me a list of the things I have got for you in my time." He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of his pocket. "Let me see, now." he glanced at the list, frowning. "I have got ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds, black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber,hummingbirds' tongues, angels' feathers, and unicorns' horns, giants, midgets, and mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadors, minstrels, and dancing women,a pound of butter, two dozen eggs, and a sack of sugar - sorry, my wife wrote that in there."
"I don't remember any blue poodles," said the king."It says blue poodles right here on the list, and they are checked off with a little check mark," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "so there must have been blue poodles. You just forgot."
"Never mind the poodles," said the king. "What I want now is the moon." "I have sent as far Samarkand and Araby and Zanzibar to get things for you, your majesty," said the Lord High Chamberlain.
"But the moon is out of the question. It is 35,000 miles away and it is bigger than the room the princess lies in. Furthermore, it is made of molten copper. I cannot get the moon for you. Blue poodles, yes; the moon, no.
"The king flew into a rage and told the Lord High Chamberlain to leave the room and to send the Royal Wizard to the throne room.
The Royal Wizard was a little, thin man with a long face. He wore a high red peaked hat coverted with silver stars, and a long blue robe covered with golden owls. His face grew very pale when the king told him that he wanted the moon for his little daughter, and that he expected the Royal Wizard to get it.
"I have worked a great deal of magic for you in my time, your majesty," said the Royal Wizard. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to have in my pocket a list of the wizardries I have performed for you." He drew a paper from a deep pocket of his robe. "It begins: `Dear Royal Wizard: I am returning herewith the so-called philosopher's stone which you claimed-' No, that isn't it." The royal wizard brought a long scroll of parchment from another pocket of his robe. "Here it is," he said.
"Now, let's see. Ihave squeezed blood out of turnips for you, and turnips out of blood. I have produced rabbits out of silk hats, and silk hats out of rabbits. I have conjured up flowers, tambourines and doves. I have brought you divining rods, magic wands, and crystal spheres in which to behold the future. I have compounded philtres, unguents, and potions, to cure heartbreak, surfeit, and ringing in the ears. I have made you my own special mixture of wolfbane, nightshade, and eagles' tears, to ward off witches, demons, and things that go bump in the night. I have given you seven league boots, the golden touch, and a cloak of invisibility-"
"It didn't work," said the king. "The cloak of invisibility didn't work.""Yes it did," said the Royal Wizard."No, it didn't," said the king. "I kept bumping into things, the same as ever."
"The cloak of invisibility is supposed to make you invisible," said the Royal Wizard. "It is not supposed to keep you from bumping into things.""All I know is, I kept bumping into things," said the king.The Royal Wizard looked at his list again. "I got you," he said, "horns from elfland, sand from the sandman, and gold from the rainbow. Also a spool of thread, a paper of needles, and a lump of beeswax - sorry, those are things my wife wrote down for me to get her."
"What I want you to do now," said the king, "is to get me the moon. Princess Lenore wants the moon, and when she gets it, she will be well again."
"Nobody can get the moon," said the Royal Wizard. "It is 150,000 miles away, and it is made of green cheese, and it is twice as big as the palace."The king flew into another rage and sent the Royal Wizard back to his cave.
Then he rang a gong and summonded the Royal Mathematician.The Royal Mathematician was a bald-headed, nearsighted man, with a skullcap on his head and a pencil behind each ear. He wore a black suit with white numbers on it.
"I don't want to hear a long list of all the things you have figured out for me since 1907," the king said to him. "I want you to figure out how to get the moon for princess Lenore. When she gets the moon, she will be well again." "I am glad you mentioned all the things I have figured out for you since 1907," said the Royal Mathematician. "It so happens I have a list of them with me."He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of a pocket and looked at it.
"I have figured out for you the distance between the horns of a dilemma, night and day, and A and Z. I have computed how far is up, how long it takes to get to away, and what becomes of gone. I have discovered the length of the sea serpent, the price of the priceless, and the square of the hippopotamus. I know where you are when you are at sixes and sevens, how much is you have to have to make an are, and how many birds you can catch with the salt in the ocean- 187,796,132, if it would interest you to know." "There aren't that many birds," said the king."I didn't say there were," said the Royal Mathematician. "I said if there were."
"I don't want to hear about seven hundred million imaginary birds," said the king. "I want you to get the moon for princess Lenore." "The moon is 300,000 miles away," said the Royal Mathematician. "It is round and flat like a coin, only it is made of asbestos, and it is half the size of this kingdom. Furthermore, it is pasted on the sky. Nobody can get the moon.
"The king flew into still another rage and sent the Royal Mathematician away. Then he rang for the court jester. The jester came bounding into the throne room in his motley and his cap and bells, and sat at the foot of the throne.
"What can I do for you, your majesty?" asked the court jester. "Nobody can do anything for me," said the king mournfully. "Princess Lenore wants the moon, and she cannot be well till she gets it, but nobody can get it for her. Every time I ask anybody for the moon, it gets larger and farther away. There is nothing you can do for me except play on your lute. Something sad."
"How big do they say it is," asked the court jester, "and how far away?""The Lord High Chamberlain says it is 35,000 miles away, and bigger than princess Lenore's room," said the king. "The Royal Wizard says it is 150,000 miles away, and twice as big as this palace. The Royal Mathematician says it is 300,000 miles away and half the size of this kingdom."
The court jester strummed on his lute for a little while. "They are all wise men," he said, "and so they must all be right. If they are all right, then the moon must be just as large and as far away as each person thinks it is. The thing to do is find out how big princess Lenore thinks it is, and how far away.""I never thought of that," said the king.
"I will go to her, your majesty," said the court jester. And he crept softly into the little girl's room.Princess Lenore was awake, and she was glad to see the court jester, but her face was very pale and her voice very weak."Have you brought the moon to me?" she asked. "Not yet," said the court jester, "but I will get it for you right away. How big do you think it is?""It is a little smaller than my thumbnail," she said, "for when I hold my thumbnail up at the moon, it covers it.""And how far away is it?" asked the court jester."It is not as high as the big tree outside my window," said the princess, "for sometimes it gets caught in the top branches.""It will be very easy to get the moon for you," said the court jester. "I will climb the tree tonight when it gets caught in the top branches and bring it to you."Then he thought of something else. "What is the moon made of, princess?" he asked."Oh, " she said, "it's made of gold, of course, silly."
The court jester left princess Lenore's room and went to see the Royal Goldsmith he had the Royal Goldsmith make a tiny round oon just a little smaller than the thumbnail of princess Lenore. Then he had him string it on a golden chain so the princess could wear it around her neck."What is this thing I have made?" asked the Royal Goldsmith when he was finished with it."You have made the moon," said the court jester. "that is the moon."
"But the moon," said the Royal Goldsmith, "is 500,000 miles away and is made of bronze and is round like a marble.""That's what you think," said the court jester as he went away with the moon.
The court jester took the moon to princess Lenore, and she was overjoyed. The next day she was well again and could get up and go out in the gardens to play.
But the king's worries were not yet over. He knew that the moon would shine in the sky again that night, and he did not want the princess Lenore to see it. If she did, she would know that the moon she wore on a chain around her neck was not the real moon.
So the king sent for the lord high chamberlain and said, "we must keep princess Lenore from seeing the moon when it shines in the sky tonight. Think of something."The Lord High chamberlain tapped his forehead with his fingers thoughtfully and said, "I know just the thing. We can make some dark glasses for the princess lenore. We can make them so dark that she will not be able to see the moon when it shines in the sky."This made the king very angry, and he shook his head from side to side. "If she wore dark glasses, she would bump into things," he said, "and then she would be ill again."
So he sent the Lord High Chamberlain away and called the Royal Wizard. "We must hide the moon," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see it when it shines in the sky tonight. How are we going to do that?"The Royal Wizard stood on his hands and then he stood on his head and then he stood on his feet again. "I know what we can do," he said. "We can stretch some black velvet curtains on poles. The curtains will cover all the palace gardens like a circus tent, and the princess lenore will not be able to see through them, so she will not see the moon in the sky."The king was so angry at this that he waved his arms around. "Black velvet curtains would keep out the air," he said. "Princess Lenore would not be able to breathe, and she would be ill again."
So he sent the Royal Wizard away and summoned the Royal Mathematicain. "We must do something," said the king, "so princess Lenore will not see the moon when it shines in the sky tonight. If you know so much, figure out a way to do that."The Royal Mathematician walked around in a circle, and then he walked around in a square, and then he stood still. "I have it!" he said. "We can set off fireworks in the gardens every night. We will make a lot of silver fountains and gold cascades, and when they go off, they will fill the sky with so many sparks that it will be as light as day and princess Lenore will not be able to see the moon."The king flew into such a rage that he began jumping up and down. "Fireworks would keep princess Lenore awake," he said. "She would not get any sleep at all and she would be ill again."
So the king sent the Royal Mathematician away. When he looked up again, it was dark outside and he saw the bright rim of the moon just peeping over the horizon. He jumped up in a great fright and rang for the court jester. The court jester came bounding into the room and sat down at the foot of the throne.
"What can I do for you, your majesty?" he asked."Nobody can do anything for me," said the king, mournfully. "the moon is coming up again. It will shine into princess Lenore's bedroom, and she will know it is still in the sky and that she does not wear it on a golden chain around her neck. Play me something on your lute, something very sad, for when the princess sees the moon, she will be ill again.
"The court jester strummed on his lute. "What do your wise men say?" he asked."They can think of no way to hide the moon that will not make princess Lenore ill," said the king.The court jester played another song, very softly. "Your wise men know everything," he said, "and if they cannot hide the moon, then it cannot be hidden." The king put his head in his hands again and sighed. Suddenly he jumped from his throne and pointed to the windows. "Look!" he cried. "The moon is already shining in the princess Lenore's bedroom. Who can explain how the moon can be shining in the sky when it is hanging on a golden chain around her neck?"
The court jester stopped playing on his lute. "Who could explain how to get the moon when your wise men said it was too large and too far away? It was princess Lenore. Therefore princess Lenore is wiser than your wise men and knows more about the moon than they do. So I will ask her."
And before the king could stop him, the court jester slipped quietly out of the throne room and up the wide marble staircase to princess Lenore's bedroom. The princess was lying in bed, but she was wide awake and she was looking out the window at the moon shining in the sky. Shining in her had was the moon the court jester had got for her. He looked very sad, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"Tell me, princess lenore," he said mournfully, "how can the moon be shining in the sky when it is hanging on a golden chain around your neck?"The princess looked at him and laughed. "that is easy, silly, " she said. "when I lose a tooth, a new one grows in its place, doesn't it?""Of course," said the court jester. "And when the unicorn loses his horn in the forest, a new one grows in the middle of his forehead.""That is right," said the princess. "And when the Royal Gardener cuts the flowers in the garden, other flowers come back to take their place." "I should have thought of that," said the court jester, "for it is the same way with the daylight.""And it is the same way with the moon," said princess Lenore. "I guess it is the same way with everything." Her voice became very low and faded away, and the court jester saw that she was asleep. Gently he tucked the covers around the sleeping princess. But before her left the room, he went over to the window and winked at the moon, for it seemed to the court jester that the moon had winked at him.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Abb To Tumhare Pass Hain Tumhare Sanam................
I wrote this one to a friend after her marriage,now im writting it here....
Abb to tumhare pass hain,tumhare sanam,
Khoye rahte the jinke khayalo mai tum har dum..
Pyara sa hai ye pyar tumhara,
Karte ho jismai tum dono basera...
Tumhare sanam bas tumko hi chahte rahen,
Bas tumhari fikar oh karte rahen....
Pyar aisa ho tumhara ki duniya dekhti rahe,
Tumhe sare jahan ki khusiyan milti rahen.....
Pyari si banana tum apne sapno ki duniya,
Mile jahan pe tumko sari khusiyan......
Pass tumhare mai aana chahti hun,
Tumhari khusiyon mai samil hona chahti hun.......
Maloom hai mujhe hum milenge ek din zarur,
Us din karlena tum sare gile sikwe dur........
Akhir mein itna mai chahti hun tumse,
kabhi delete na karna mujhe tum apne mind se.................
Abb to tumhare pass hain,tumhare sanam,
Khoye rahte the jinke khayalo mai tum har dum..
Pyara sa hai ye pyar tumhara,
Karte ho jismai tum dono basera...
Tumhare sanam bas tumko hi chahte rahen,
Bas tumhari fikar oh karte rahen....
Pyar aisa ho tumhara ki duniya dekhti rahe,
Tumhe sare jahan ki khusiyan milti rahen.....
Pyari si banana tum apne sapno ki duniya,
Mile jahan pe tumko sari khusiyan......
Pass tumhare mai aana chahti hun,
Tumhari khusiyon mai samil hona chahti hun.......
Maloom hai mujhe hum milenge ek din zarur,
Us din karlena tum sare gile sikwe dur........
Akhir mein itna mai chahti hun tumse,
kabhi delete na karna mujhe tum apne mind se.................
Humari Yaad Ki Nishani Apne Dil Mein Paoge.......
Tadap utthoge,
Jab hum tumko yaad ayenge,
Hume dhundoge,
Jab hum tumse dur jayenge...
Humari yaad ki nishani,
Apne dil mein paoge.....
Tumhari dhadkano mein chhipkar,
Hum muskurayenge...............
Jab hum tumko yaad ayenge,
Hume dhundoge,
Jab hum tumse dur jayenge...
Humari yaad ki nishani,
Apne dil mein paoge.....
Tumhari dhadkano mein chhipkar,
Hum muskurayenge...............
Ek Jhonke Se Bagon Ko Ujadte Dekha.............
Yahan har gum,har jajbat ko bikte dekha,
Gume dil,gume halat par mit te dekha,
Dekhliya itna ki koi tamanna na rahi,
Waqt padte hi apne saye ko simat te dekha.......
Koun kehta hai yahan riste banaye jate hain,
Yeh wah duniya hai,jahan riston ko bikhar te dekha,
Chand lamhon ko sabhi apne bante hain magar,
Sath rahne walon ko sath na marte dekha...............
Hum khusnaseev rahe,hume pyar to naseev raha,
Varna pyar ki duniya ko palko mein ujad te dekha,
Humne to kuchh der ki gulsan mein baharein dekhi,
Varna ek jhonke se bagon ko ujad te dekha...........................
Gume dil,gume halat par mit te dekha,
Dekhliya itna ki koi tamanna na rahi,
Waqt padte hi apne saye ko simat te dekha.......
Koun kehta hai yahan riste banaye jate hain,
Yeh wah duniya hai,jahan riston ko bikhar te dekha,
Chand lamhon ko sabhi apne bante hain magar,
Sath rahne walon ko sath na marte dekha...............
Hum khusnaseev rahe,hume pyar to naseev raha,
Varna pyar ki duniya ko palko mein ujad te dekha,
Humne to kuchh der ki gulsan mein baharein dekhi,
Varna ek jhonke se bagon ko ujad te dekha...........................
Sathi..........
Na tum jeevansathi ho,na hi bachpan ke sathi,
Fir bhi najane tum ho itna apna kaise,
Tumhare aane ke baad mere jeevan mai,
Ruk gaya ankhose behta hua pani jaise..
Gam ka tej tufan bhi thahar gaya jaise...
Har ghadi tumhi logon mai ghiri rahti thi,
Rahna chahun to bhi rah na pati thi tanha jaise....
Sathi, sukriya tumhara, jo tumse mulaqat huee,
Bichhadne ke baad,sochti hun hogi meri duniya kaise.....
Ish janam mai to kabhi tumko bhula na paungi,
Tum bhula do,fir bhi tumko yaad rakhungi...
Tumhari tasveer pe padte hi ankh jaise bahne lage hain,
Likhna chahkar bhi hath thaharne lage hain.....
Tumse bichhadne ke baad,mujhe lagta hai,
Nur ke hote hue bhi,lagega hai andhera jaise.................
Dua hai meri:-
Mehndi si rache har tyohar tumhara,
Bichhjaye charon aur phoolon ka bochhara,
Hathon mai aajaye tumhari,indradhanus ki dor,
Titli ki tarah ud chalo,tum ek naye bhor ki aur.............................
Fir bhi najane tum ho itna apna kaise,
Tumhare aane ke baad mere jeevan mai,
Ruk gaya ankhose behta hua pani jaise..
Gam ka tej tufan bhi thahar gaya jaise...
Har ghadi tumhi logon mai ghiri rahti thi,
Rahna chahun to bhi rah na pati thi tanha jaise....
Sathi, sukriya tumhara, jo tumse mulaqat huee,
Bichhadne ke baad,sochti hun hogi meri duniya kaise.....
Ish janam mai to kabhi tumko bhula na paungi,
Tum bhula do,fir bhi tumko yaad rakhungi...
Tumhari tasveer pe padte hi ankh jaise bahne lage hain,
Likhna chahkar bhi hath thaharne lage hain.....
Tumse bichhadne ke baad,mujhe lagta hai,
Nur ke hote hue bhi,lagega hai andhera jaise.................
Dua hai meri:-
Mehndi si rache har tyohar tumhara,
Bichhjaye charon aur phoolon ka bochhara,
Hathon mai aajaye tumhari,indradhanus ki dor,
Titli ki tarah ud chalo,tum ek naye bhor ki aur.............................
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